She didn’t know what was better, his pleased laughter or the climax she had.
After that they lay on the couch and watched TV while she recovered. He made her keep the egg inside, and the butt plug, but at least he turned the egg off. It was nearly eleven o’clock by the time she made it home. The drive home proved interesting, the way her ass as well as her asshole both felt used, with every vibration from the road jolting through her.
As she worked her aching jaw, the thought of the penis gag in her mouth sent a flood of moisture to her pussy.
I don’t want this to ever end. The thought shocked her. Thinking back to what she must have looked like strapped to the bench, she realized she didn’t care.
I want this. I really do want this.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Time blurred and flowed by way too fast for Shayla’s liking. Every session they had, at the club or privately, was more intense and passionate than the next. And when she received two more checks from James, one for one hundred dollars and one for three hundred, both accompanied by notes, she’d immediately called Tony.
Both times, he’d come over to her apartment that night to hold her while she cried…followed by an over-the-knee spanking that always left her wet and anxious for their next weekend session.
Their fourth Saturday together, he took her to the club and had a no-holds-barred scene with her that she was pleased to learn later had drawn quite a crowd as well as left her sore and sated in all the good ways. In fact, the scene had left her with a tingling sensation that seemed to vibrate straight to the core of her soul and wouldn’t go away.
The way he’d made her open her eyes and look at him. The way his serious expression changed to a sexy, pleased smile when she’d tipped over the edge and lost all control as the orgasms ripped through her, one after another without even a chance to catch her breath between them. The way his eyebrows had raised as he pushed her through “just one more” until she thought she’d melt.
Sex had never been that hot with James.
Ever.
Not even in the beginning, in the good times, or what she’d thought were good times, when they weren’t able to keep their hands off each other.
Hell, Tony hadn’t even taken off any of his clothes to make her come. He was stuck getting his own rocks off after taking damn good care of her.
In a way, she felt a little guilty over that. Here he was doing all the work and she got to have all the fun. Not once had he even hinted at asking her to help get him off despite what had to be a painful erection he always seemed to sport during their play sessions.
When she arrived at his house the next evening for another private Sunday session, her panties were already damp at the thought of what he might have in store for her. She was more than ready, after four weeks of teasing and torment, to take things to the next level.
Once inside, naked, collared, and kneeling on her pillow in the playroom, she waited for him to give her his full attention. When he walked up to her and she gave him their usual greeting, she felt a peace settle over her as he stood close so she could rest her cheek against his thigh.
It felt like home, like every stress and worry could melt away replaced by his quiet, secure strength taking care of her.
“So how are you doing tonight, pet?”
“I’m fine, Sir.”
“Last night didn’t wear you out?”
“Only in the good ways. I would like to talk to you about something before we get started.”
“Yes?”
This time, she couldn’t make herself look up at him. Instead, she felt her fingers curling into anxious fists on her knees as she forced out the words. “I want to do something for you.”
“Look at me, pet. You know our rule.”
She closed her eyes before tipping her chin up toward his voice. Only then was she able to command her eyelids to open and stare at him.
He stood over her, patiently waiting. “Tell me.”
Her mouth went dry and she found herself unable to swallow. “I’d like to amend our agreement, please, Sir.”
“How so?”
“I’d…I’d like to be able to reciprocate, Sir.”
One eyebrow slowly arched. “Please be clear, pet. You’re trying my patience. If you can’t even talk about it, I won’t consider doing it.”
“I want to give you a blow job.” The words rushed out of her so fast she wasn’t sure he’d be able to understand her.
She damn sure didn’t know if she’d be able to say them again.
He studied her for long minutes that made her nearly want to cry. He doesn’t want to. He’s not really attracted to me. I’m a stupid idiot.
The words he next spoke took her breath away. “This is a limit I can’t agree to unless you agree it doesn’t end up in your articles. This takes our dynamic to a very private and personal level that is no one’s business but our own. Since neither of us have significant others, I’m okay with it if you are.”
Blinking, she tried to comprehend what he’d just said. She nodded. “I mean, yes, Sir. It won’t be part of the articles. I promise.”
He continued to study her. After another seemingly endless moment, he nodded. “No penetration. Except fingers and toys, of course.”
She nodded, although in retrospect, she realized putting intercourse on the table wouldn’t be bad at all.
I won’t rush it.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Am I allowed to reciprocate?”
She eagerly nodded. “Yes, Sir. If you want to.”
“All right then, pet. But only after I’m finished with you. If at the end of our play session you still want to, then we will. Deal?”
She nodded.
He strapped her down to one of the benches and quickly had her deep in subspace. He used the vibrating nipple clamps to distract her while he inserted a large butt plug. She felt her face heat as she realized he had quickly succeeded in training her to enjoy anal play. He’d made her beg for the butt plug the last time before doing anything else to her, making her realize she was wet and horny at the thought of it stretching her rim and filling her ass.
He’s an evil genius.
Next came the strap-on. He fucked her pussy with it while using a vibrator on her clit, until she lost all track of time and felt the world shrink as orgasm after orgasm stole conscious thought from her.
She loved that feeling.
Craved it.
Needed it.
Once she was left spent and panting on the bench, he removed the nipple clamps and unfastened her restraints and helped her up.
She noticed the butt plug remained.
He pointed at the floor. She dropped to her knees, praying this was the moment she’d hoped for.
He considered her for a long time, as her clit throbbed with ghostly memories of the vibrator and her ass clenched around the butt plug buried inside her.
“You asked me earlier to do something, pet.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Say it.”
“I want to give you a blow job, Sir.”
“You still want to?”
“Yes, Sir. Please, Sir.”
“There is a price to pay for that.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do you care what it is?”
“No, Sir. I trust you.”
He reached out and stroked her hair. “Such a good pet. Stand up.”
She did, as he kicked off his shoes. He held out his arms. “Undress me, pet.”
Her fingers trembled with anticipation as she worked the buttons on his shirt. She barely managed his belt and the button on his jeans. His hard cock made pulling the zipper down difficult, but she managed.
As his jeans slid down his hips, she couldn’t help pressing her face against the front of his briefs, where the rigid outline of his cock strained for freedom.